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| crossroads....
by hashcannon at 3/20/2008 6:53:41 AM
Crossroads...
in the city, it's hard work finding a crossroads
the right mix of magic and midnight desolation
my friend from New Orleans, John, told me how
when the time was right, i sat on a pair of
plastic milk crates next to a dead fire hydrant,
intending to work on a piece
I didn't hear her walk up,
I didn't ask her name
I didn't have to
she said "read me something about being in love
and being alone"
I started, and she opened her heart,
slowly at first, I started pouring music over the words tear-stained siren song, lighting my way
stinging my eyes, burning a hole in my chest
she held my head, and pressed my ear to her stomach
but I kept going till the words ran out and I started to cry
and the MUSIC
(god, her hands were warm)
the music
(on my neck, wet like hot tongues)
the music....
our voices mated, fused, faded to whispers....
stopped.
we slowly untangled, sorrowful yet fulfilled
and then it was over, suburban sounds pressing in
she strolled off into the night, heels tapping,
my fingerprints on her dress
my face wet from her song
with each step the city intruded,
filled the vacuum with noise and stench
till it wasn't my corner anymore...
it was hard work finding this crossroads
but I got a cup of joe & moved on.
never mind where it was.
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